Werewolves Trick R Treat Novels & Stories

I hadn’t taken a step when she came back. “Alpha,” West called me as we watched Nirvana walk toward us. “Look, Nirvana—” “It’s fine. I kinda overreacted. You can go, but be careful.” She looked at everyone. “You can’t ever be scratched or bitten. Remember, there’s no cure for this black virus. Wait. How do you try capturing one?” “We have tranq guns. Once a werewolf is knocked down, we cuffed him if he’s human or double the dose if he’s in wolf form.”

I blushed once again as I got off the forest floor. I followed Jeffrey as we walked past the open area where most of the wolves seems to be hanging out. We are going to hunt. Jeffrey said. How? First, you stay quiet and find prey. Once you found a prey, you jump up and pound on them. Then, you have to bite into it so that it could stop moving Would you taste blood? I asked, frowning. Jeffrey stopped walking and turned to me. If werewolves could give you the what the fuck? look, I think that is what Jeffrey is doing right now. Duh! he replied. I was just askin', Ok, now you have to be careful of where you step. This is the animal zone and there are a lot of twigs here I walked slowly, trying

“You’re the man!” Nigel was so pissed he opened his palm to slap Durk, but the werewolf caught his hand and twisted it a bit. "You're a regular little hell-cat, ain't ya?" Durk chuckled. "Let me go, you asshole," Nigel shouted. Everybody was laughing that they didn't see Miranda storming onto the court. "Let her go," she screamed, folding her paw and punching Durk right in the face. The big, worthless wolf fell back hard on the floor. Miranda pounced on him, grabbing him by his collar and lifting his head off the ground a bit. She used her forehead and headbutted him. "That's no way to treat a lady, mister." Miranda clocked him again. Durk’s friends were quiet now. They all knew they were no

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

Roger walks over to her and goes down on his knees, "Jessica I need to tell you something, I'm not a normal guy, there is something different about me. Fifty years ago, I was hiking in the mountains of Romania and got attacked by an animal, I lost a lot of blood and was in the hospital for weeks on the edge of life, then suddenly I started healing fast, the doctors were at a loss and couldn't explain it. I left the hospital as if nothing happened. That night I was visited by a strange man who told me it was him that attacked me and that he was a werewolf, I laughed it off but he transformed in from of me and told me that soon I will be able to do the same. That moment I was scared out of my

Damn! Unconsciously, I find my self rubbing the spot where he broke my arm. It has healed by now and I remember it healed in less than an hour. That's one of the advantages of being a werewolf! Healing doesn't take long. “I'm guessing you don't know a thing about my pack, do you?” Trevor says abruptly, as if reading my mind hence snapping me from my reverie. His pack? What is the name again? Aq-Aqua something? So I shake my head in response and he smiles, but not his usual happy-go-lucky smile. It's almost a sad smile.

Yellow is like the warrior and beautiful as hell. "I am fine!" I muttered rubbing my fingers on his skin. He hugged me while taking me into his embrace and wrapping his hand around my waist. Omg, he is so warm, and I am at peace in his arms. • • • The fight ended— the wolves got rid of the monsters with the help of their pack and Rosie as well. Now everyone was gathered in the house, and the pack was discussing the attack. I was standing upstairs on the first floor and watching them.

Travis asked slightly sarcastically. “You think I’m full of shit? You think this isn’t serious? I hope you're right Travis!” Susan said as her eyes flared gold before returning to their normal dark chocolate color. Strong emotion was always hard for wolves. It was in those times, their wolves wanted to take over the most. The dream went on for a while with the children unloading, going house to house to trick or treat from humans in town, and then reloading into the wagon. After about 45-60 minutes, Travis’s eyes glazed over again, before he threw the blanket back with a stricken look on his face, kissed Susan on the forehead, he said, “love you babe but gotta go,” and took off out of the w

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

I fibbed; told him a Werewolf was badly injured during training earlier this morning. I don’t know if Roark believed the lie or not, although it is very common for us Werewolves to sustain severe injuries during our intensive training sessions. What are we training for? I don’t know. All I know is all able-bodied Werewolves gather in batches in the clearing nearly to hone their fighting skills. Myself, and Kimur, who is the other guard, oversee these training sessions. We practice hand-to-hand combat; fighting with weapons such as spears and cudgels, and we also practice fighting in our wolf forms.